He was in an agony lest the boy should betray his father's destination, which to the astute mind of the monk might betray much more than his brother himself knew; but as he heard Julian's words he drew his breath more freely.
"Marry, hast thou not heard that my Lord of Beaumaris and Rochefort goes a-hunting tomorrow with great muster?
My father has gone to join the goodly company assembling there.

Wilt thou not go thither too, Master Monk, and join the revelry that will make the hall ring tonight?
I trow there is welcome for all who come.

I would my father had taken me." "Go to, saucy boy, go to!" replied the brother, half piqued, half amused by the lad's boldness in thus implying that his place was at a riotous revel such as generally took place when some great baron invited his friends for a day's sport in the forest.
It was like enough that this hunting party had been arranged for the morrow, and this road certainly led to Beaumaris and Rochefort.
The reply seemed to satisfy the monk, and he relaxed his grasp of the boy's arm.
"I must not keep thee from thy studies longer," he said.

"Say, what does Brother Emmanuel teach you ?" "The Latin tongue and the use of the pen.

Edred is a fine scribe already.